Текст песни intro - Clipping.
Ghosts
on
the
avenue
were
talking
to
theyselves
Somebody
been
selling
them
dreams
again
Breathe
again,
the
breeze
is
full
of
trees
again
The
beast
buried
under
the
streets
is
'bout
to
Leave
the
den
of
thieves
and
hooligans
ready
to
Fettuccine
the
noodles
of
any
cook
looking
new
to
the
kitchen
Cooking
up
wishes
and
powder,
flour
the
pan
and
the
cake
He
can
bet
that
the
cheddar
stay
in
the
refrigerator
To
keep
it
fresh
until
it's
on
Every
day
is
preparation
for
armageddon
A
holocaust,
any
cost,
you
want
to
get
on
one
or
on
two
Get
three
stacks
and
bring
it
back
to
the
fortress
Wrapping
five
fingers
'round
that
much
cash
will
make
a
motherfucker
Cassius
Clay
Quick,
the
cash
is
pay,
checking
gas
with
a
loaded
fo-fo
when
he
rollin'
Po-po
on
his
shoulder
so
he's
slow
but
he's
goin',
wouldn't
you?
If
you
scared,
say
you
scared,
cause
they
comin'
through
sweepin'
And
nobody
got
a
problem
sweepin'
over
you
Trust
the
shadows
is
thick,
full
of
mattresses,
get
a
passer
to
suck
a
dick
Skinner
glass,
killer
fashion,
and
spinning
back
So
quit
backspinning
and
get
a
gat
Fuck
a
battle
rap,
rappers
will
battle
where
they
at
Trunk
rattle
is
leaving
the
streets
and
probably
eating
the
map
Versus
verses,
the
hearses,
Versace
verses
the
nerves
and
the
pain
Slang,
it
seems
it's
a
no-brainer
the
same
folks
sayin'
it
ain't
Are
the
same
folk
that
never
seen
a
caddy-driven
candy
paint
Or
the
block
after
the
rain
Fucker,
prepare
for
the
storm
Hope
you
got
a
blanket
or
a
body
keepin'
you
warm
The
spoken
word
is
weak
Scream
motherfucker,
dreams
are
cheap
You
ain't
even
even
gotta
sleep
Don't
sleep,
it's
Clipping
bitch
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